Busting Sacred Cows “with a little help from my friends” in chemistry
By
David Gottfried
The following are ideas and sketches of poems:
Idea:
America is Loving Judaism to Death
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American philo-Semitism may destroy Judaism. Judaism has survived for centuries because of anti Semitism. (Indeed, we place a hard-boiled egg on the Passover Seder plate because it is symbolic of Jews: When you subject an egg to boiling water, or Jews to the boiling wrath of Europeans, it hardens.) The death of anti Semitism will mean the demise of that which holds the Jewish people together.
I don’t want to sound like too much of a snob, but the Jewish people are too damn bright to believe in religion. The Socratic education inculcated in the study of Talmud, along with a few biological and cultural oddities that I can talk about in subsequent essays, have bolstered our brains, and millennia of murders have made us impregnable to the fairy tale logic of TV preachers. Since religion does not perpetuate Judaism, anti Semitism has been the only thing watering the fount of Jewish feeling.
A Sketch for a new Poem:
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To ascend to that heaven so dear
To that heaven I dare not mar
To the feathers and heather and heaven-sent weather of Merle Oberon and Lawence Olivier and the moors and the mourning for what was born and swiftly died
To the gilded, gleaming chandeliered palace that gave beggars banquets
That shouted, that screamed, that killed the Kings of the old order
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To Jackie Kennedy, her hair bouffanted to Notre Dame and heaven
To the riots, to the reddest wrath giving me a bath of inseminated indoctrination
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And I see banners and barricades
I see Paris in May 1968
And I see Columbia in May of 1968
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We don’t want your fucking war
We don’t want your fucking Trump
We don’t want your fucking Biden
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We want the wintry wit of Gene Mc Carthy freezing your martial bands into permanent paralysis
We want the torrid, touching Love of the Bobbiest of Kennedys to melt your cannons into chocolate syrup
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Instead of Artificial Intelligence
We want Norman Mailer’s environmental platform in his 1969 mayoral race: Every thirty days, turn off all electricity in NYC for 48 hours so we can be reacquainted with nature
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Instead of Helmuts for bicycle riders, we want acid trips of metaphors that are ideational petit fours, tingling the taste buds of a bastard, brilliant aesthetic
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Instead of political correctness, we want mad men and mad women who are insufferably glamorous, macho men swaggering and swearing like swine, queens as cutting as Vincent Price in a haunted house, cunts as contumacious as biker dykes on a chain gang, Ladies from Great Neck with fat diamonds on their wrinkled turkey necks
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We don’t want pacific waters of sunny resorts; we want the icy Atlantic barreling in from Britain like the Stones singing Street Fightin Man.
Idea:
My refutation of the major attack on Marx posited by capitalists:
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Capitalists often think that they have murdered Marxism when they note that workers, in the West, have gotten a whole lot less poor, and before Reagan were often proudly striding into the ranks of the middle class, and that this proves Marx wrong because Marx said that capitalism consigned workers to everlasting poverty:
My rebuttal: Yes, workers as a whole are a lot less poor, but this is not because of the virtues of capitalism or the ethical sensibilities of capitalists. It is because of science and technology which dramatically boosted productive capacity, e.g., one can grow a lot more wheat when one plows one’s fields with tractors instead of mules.
Furthermore, science and technology are not the sole domain of capitalist countries. The USSR inaugurated the space race with Sputnik, the Russian T 72 tank was considered the best tank in world war two and throughout the 18th and 19th centuries important scientific strides were made in nations that were authoritarian (the German states) or only just beginning to develop free societies (France and Britain).
Sketch of a Poem:
Your mind flakes
Iridescent sparkles of schizophrenia
Glide out of your perverted mouth and evilest eyes
And Grace the page with the sodomy of Baudelaire and Rimbaud
Idea:
Aesthetic forms have changed as our sexual ideology has shifted.
As society has become more anti male, it has destroyed a certain aesthetic form.
There once was the aesthetic form of a man who was very tough, and very tender, very male and very kind to women, ready to get in the dirt to fight the devil, and purer than the driven snow.
Nowadays, a strong man is always the macho braggart who is offensive to women.
Today, there are few dramas, novels, songs or dances which portray men both powerful and kind.
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Sketch of a Poem
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When I listen to All you Need is Love
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I am imbibing a great desert
The music rolls out of my speakers
Like dollops of ice cream bicycling Lanes of Pennied Plenty
And the sugar twinkles with diamonds
And the horns loom large like phallic corn
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When John sings, “There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done”
He’s Sinatra on Acid, twinkling in the sugar cubes of Love
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When I listen to the sprightly, lively chords of “If your bird can sing”
The music effervesces in my mouth like sparkling soda
The Stinging zinging stellar dreams
The faith and all the waves of flame
The caresses and tresses of sweetest cream
Not Christened but glistened and kissed all night
Thinking of the Who:
“I don’t need to fight to prove I’m right. I don’t need to Be forgiven”
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Idea:
The rise of feminism and the increasing acceptance of homosexuality will make the West much more conservative
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Feminism and homosexuality mean a lower birth rate. A lower birth rate will make the nation’s median and mean age substantially higher. Older people are more conservative. Hence, when America becomes a nation of graying feminists and homosexuals, it will be a stodgy polity, dreary, dull and grey tweeded, and rapidly on its way toward death.
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Sketch of a Poem
Mating
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I ride the horse so black and brave
I swim through currents cold and cruel
And if you think I am a knave
I’ll show you who’s the bigger fool
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You’ll quiver like a chastened slave
You’ll be my pliant, passive tool
And on your flesh I will engrave
A tattoo of my raunchy rule
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Submit to me, the man you crave
Your pleasures are a meager gruel
My spike will make your life less grave
Don’t be a stupid, stubborn mule
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And do not cry and rant and rave
Your freedom is a whirling pool
Your tumult will not let you save
Or cherish life as its lived dual
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Idea:
Judaism gave birth to Liberalism, and Liberalism murdered its Mother
Judaism’s moral imperative, “Thou Shalt Not Stand Idly by while thy brother’s blood is being spilt,” (In Christianity, this moral outrage is tempered by the injunction to let Caesar have that which is Caesar’s, a willingness to accept rank injustice and persecution, and Christianity’s close alliance with the despots and tyrants of Europe) planted the progressive spirit. This progressive and liberal spirit eventually encompassed and extolled brotherhood, equality and the rejection of nationalism, and this rejection of group identity imperiled and often killed brotherhood and sisterhood among and for Jews.
Poem:
When I think of the Art of the “Ancien Regime”
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I can’t think of European Art without thinking of
Rubies and Diamonds and Glittering Cruelty
The Auto Da Fe, the Lettres de Cachet
Priests pouring molten lead on Damian’s wounds
Glowering German castles hibernating Holocausts
The Priests, The Crown, the Sword
The Holy Trinity of Sanctified Slaughter
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The Gothic Steeples spike into the sky like Hypodermic Needles
Killing the G-d of the Jews
Making the Clouds shower poison gas
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Insinuated in the stupor of the incense
The palsied reek of midget Catholic minds
The tattered women on bloodied knees crawling to the altar
Prostrate before a Bishop of scarlet, ermine and silk
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Who sauntered through satin-draped salons
Teeming with iniquitous intrigue
And the Ravishing, radiant hate
Of Bejeweled Dowager Duchesses
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Who Made every third peasant boy a castrato
Leaving the tuneless to die
On a muddy dungeon floor
With a bleeding scrotum
And maggots crawling into his gut
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But the gowns galore are gorgeous
And the poetry plentiful and precious
The wine is drier than a Baby Killer’s eyes
The cutlets as tender as Christ at his demise
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The silverware surely sparkles
The pietas are such perfect marvels
Every canvas copies another
A succession of aesthetic cancers
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The sculptures are strident and true
Martial, yet penitent and blue
Commanding the many to die for the few
As hordes of wars always ensue